Jingle bells, jingle bells, suddenly, a strange crisp bell sounded in the distance of the dark night, and it was passed far away. It is like the soul bell of the soul messenger, mysterious and weird, and a terrifying atmosphere seems to cover the entire Longyanggang.

Roar, the walking corpses who were originally frantically attacking Lu Chen and his party seemed to have heard the order, and suddenly all stopped attacking, like wooden pestles on the street, motionless.

"What's going on?" Jiang Shaoling looked stunned.

Jiang Yue'er pressed hard against her eldest brother: "Brother, what should I do!"

A layer of fragrant sweat broke out on Murong Ziyun's white forehead, and in just a moment, there were more than thirty walking corpses under her sword, and the main road of Longyanggang could be described as a river of blood, and the corpses were all over the field, like a hell on earth.

"Someone is making trouble behind his back!" Lu Chen glanced around with a solemn expression, the soft sword in his right hand trembled slightly, and a drop of blood trickled down the blade to the ground, making his whole person full of evil energy.

"How do you know for sure?" Murong Ziyun wondered.

Lu Chen looked around, his eyes were extremely sharp: "There was a bell ringing just now, if I didn't guess wrong, someone must be manipulating these walking corpses in the dark, including that drought!"

"Where is the bell, Lu Chen, don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Yue'er heard Lu Chen's explanation, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, her pretty face turned pale, this situation made her involuntarily sound the legend of the soul envoy.

Legend has it that there are six realms in the human world, which are divided into the Heavenly Path, the Human Path, the Asura Path, the Animal Path, the Hungry Ghost Path, and the Hell Path. If an ordinary person dies, there will be a soul envoy who will come to ask for his life, and send the person into the eighteen layers of hell and enter the six realms of reincarnation.

This Jiang Yue'er was already timid, and when she heard the soul bell ringing, she was even more frightened.

Jiang Shaoling also shouted angrily: "Lu Chen, you don't talk nonsense here, we didn't hear the bell, can you hear it!"

The fight between the two sides just now was too fierce, the sound was noisy, and they were so focused on dealing with the walking corpse that they didn't notice that the bell was ringing.

"Zi Bu is silent, don't panic, escape first!" Murong Ziyun suddenly said when she saw that everyone was in a posture of infighting.

Lu Chen sighed softly in his heart, and was about to speak, but suddenly heard a strange voice in the foggy night in the distance.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, the crisp sound resounded in the sky above Longyanggang again, and a strange atmosphere suddenly enveloped everyone's hearts.

"Big brother, it's the Soul Bell!" Jiang Yue'er trembled with fright, looking panicked.

Jiang Shaoling was also sweating like rain for a while, and his expression was pale: "What the hell is going on!" Hearing the clear sound of the bell, he no longer dared to doubt Lu Chen's words.

"Don't panic, Lu Chen is right, someone is making trouble in secret!" Murong Ziyun soothed, and the Flowing Shadow Sword bloomed with a blue brilliance in the dark night.

At this moment, a mysterious figure suddenly passed through the group of walking corpses and pounced on Murong Ziyun like lightning.

"Be careful!" Lu Chen hurriedly reminded.

Murong Ziyun waved his hand and slashed at the opponent with a sword, the Flowing Shadow Sword was a divine weapon, pinning iron like mud, directly slashing at the opponent's shoulder, instantly bursting into a cloud of blood mist.

When he looked closely, it turned out to be a drought fish that was not afraid of death, it roared in pain, grabbed the Flowing Shadow Sword with one hand, and slapped Murong Ziyun's head with the other.

Lu Chen quickly flashed to Murong Ziyun, and suddenly reached out with his left hand to grab the dark cyan palm that was slapped at the opponent's Murong Ziyun, and at the same time kicked him fiercely at the opponent's waist and crotch, kicking him away.

At the same time that the Drought Fish was kicked away, the Shadow Sword was also snatched away by it.

"Stop it, the Flowing Shadow Sword has been snatched away by it!" Murong Ziyun shouted anxiously, completely losing her usual calm.

The Flowing Shadow Sword is now the only remaining divine weapon of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, and it is a great shame to be taken away, and when Murong Ziyun goes back, she will definitely not be able to pay the difference, but she is afraid that she will be severely punished, how can she not be in a hurry.

Lu Chen frowned slightly, and was about to rush out, however, there was a strange dingling sound in the distance.

The walking corpses that had been standing still seemed to come to life again, opening their teeth and claws, roaring and frantically pounced on Murong Ziyun and his party. They are like lambs that have fallen into a pack of wolves, madly attracting these crazy walking corpses.

Murong Ziyun and his party are in an extremely dangerous situation, the oppression brought by hundreds of walking corpses is very terrifying, and the most important point is that these walking corpses are not afraid of death, they only know killing, and there is no humanity at all.

Cut off one of their hands, they don't feel pain at all, cut off one of their feet, even if they crawl, they have to climb up and bite off a piece of your flesh, these walking corpses who have lost their minds are so terrifying.

"Damn!" Lu Chen gritted his teeth, and the soft sword in his left hand shook rapidly, like an angry rattlesnake. Being teased again and again this time had already ignited a strong killing intent in his heart.

Boom, boom, the ground trembled, and a walking corpse rushed forward like a mad dog, swarming and rushing, Lu Chen dodged left and right, wielding a soft sword and moving, a row of misty sword lights instantly lit up.

Five or six blood-stained human heads rose into the sky, and a thick bloody aura spread out in all directions of the street.

Lu Chen rushed into the corpse group, killing all sides, and he was ruthless.

A punch slammed into the chest of a burly man, and the opponent flew upside down, and his chest had collapsed.

The cold sword light flashed away, and a female walking corpse split in two from head to toe.

Lu Chen kicked the crazy old man away, overpowering a group of walking corpses behind him. He jumped up, stomped on the head of a walking corpse, and quickly crossed the crowd of corpses, chasing the direction where the dartfish had disappeared.

"Wait for me, Lu Chen!" Murong Ziyun said eagerly in the back.

After rushing out of Longyanggang, Lu Chen turned into a phantom and disappeared into the dark night in the blink of an eye.

This night there were no stars and moons, dark clouds rolling, and demonic spirits soared to the sky. At this moment, it was the middle of the night, and the sky seemed to be splashed with thick ink, and it was extremely dark, coupled with the fog, the outside world was almost invisible, and even the air between the world was filled with a cold and evil atmosphere.

In the rocky mountains and forests, a blue glow ran at great speed, and everywhere it went, the void flowed. Like a candle flame in the dark night, it is extremely eye-catching.

Immediately behind, a black figure ran nimbly through the mountains and forests, staring at the blue glow and chasing after it.

Fortunately, there is a blue glowing Shadow Sword as a tracking target, otherwise in this foggy night, where would I go to follow the traces of this drought!

The two sides chased after me, and after running for dozens of miles of mountain roads, the drought suddenly got into a mass grave and disappeared.

Lu Chen held a soft sword, and looked around vigilantly with his eyes, this drought still has wisdom and knows how to find a place to hide, it's not easy!

This mass grave occupies a circle of more than ten miles, and the tombstones are staggered in the dark red soil, and I don't know how much wind and rain they have experienced, resulting in the handwriting on them has been blurred, and some tombstones have even been mutilated. Bai Sensen's skull was scattered all over the place, and it could be seen everywhere. Some of the cemeteries may have been visited by tomb robbers, and the tombstones and coffins were pulled out of the mud and discarded in the wilderness along with the decomposing corpses inside.

Maggots crawled around in the carrion, as if looking for fun, and the disgusting scene was simply unbearable. Only the rotting corpse stared at the vast land with a pair of empty eyes, telling a bleak story that no one knows.

"Ahh A few crows landed on the branches of the dead locust tree, staring at the figure standing in the mass grave, and let out an ominous scream, like a ghostly mockery.

If ordinary people saw this kind of scene, they would have been scared a long time ago.

brush, suddenly a figure flashed, and quickly rushed towards Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's eyes flashed with a gleam, and the soft sword shook rapidly, stabbing towards the other party at great speed.

"It's me!" Lu Chen's ethereal voice came, making Lu Chen stunned immediately, the tip of the sword was already less than an inch away from the center of the opponent's eyebrows, but fortunately he collected his strength in time

。 When I looked closely, it turned out to be Senior Sister Murong Ziyun.

"Why are you here?" Lu Chen wondered.

Murong Ziyun looked ugly and said, "The Flowing Shadow Sword has been lost, can I not come to such a big matter?"

Lu Chen sighed lightly: "This matter has become troublesome!"

"Where did the droughtling go?" Murong Ziyun looked around, but there was no trace of the drought, which made her feel more and more anxious.

Lu Chen said: "I just chased here, and the drought fish is gone, it should be hiding!"

"I'm hiding, what should I do!" Murong Ziyun gritted her teeth and said with a gloomy expression.

Lu Chen glanced around, and said helplessly: "The matter has come to this, it's useless for you to be anxious!"

"But....!" Murong Ziyun was about to say something, but at this moment, the strange jingle sound came from a distance again.

Boom, followed by a violent tremor of the entire mass grave, the earth flew, the coffin overturned, and a large number of rotting corpses crawled out of the grave, with a low sobbing sound from their mouths, and stumbled towards Lu Chen and Murong Ziyun.

At first, there were only two or three around the area, but in the blink of an eye, there were groups of ants gathered from all directions, as if they had smelled honey, and the strange scene of the demons dancing around was terrifying.

Lu Chen and Murong Ziyun immediately jumped onto the branch of a big locust tree and stared at the scene below with solemn expressions.

"This is a trap, we are surrounded!" Lu Chen said in a low voice.

Murong Ziyun's face became even more ugly: "Who is manipulating behind the scenes?"

"I don't know, I think the purpose of this mastermind behind the scenes is definitely not just the people of Longyanggang!" Lu Chen said what he thought.

"Roar!" the dwarf in broken bronze armor stood on a coffin, standing not far away, wielding a blue Shadow Sword, dancing with his hands, as if giving orders.

"Look, that dartfish is there!" Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes froze, and he instantly noticed the dartle not far away.

Hearing the command of the drought fish, the zombies around them became even more crazy, and they rushed like a wave, rushing towards the big locust tree where Lu Chen and they were standing.

"The Flowing Shadow Sword must be taken back!" Murong Ziying said in a categorical tone.